29:1Blest Christmas morn, though
Pursue thy way,
Thy light was born where storm
Nor dawn nor day!
Dear Christ, forever here and near,
No cradle song,
No natal hour and mother’s tear,
To thee belong.
Thou God-idea, Life-encrowned,
The Bethlehem babe —
Beloved, replete, by flesh embound —
Was but thy shade!
Thou gentle beam of living Love,
And deathless Life!
Truth infinite, — so far above
All mortal strife,
Or cruel creed, or earth-born taint:
Fill us today
With all thou art — be thou our saint,
Our stay, alway.
30:1Gently thou beckonest from the
The new-born beauty in the emer‐ald sky,
And wakening murmurs from the drowsy
O gladsome dayspring! ’reft of mortal sigh
To glorify all time — eternity —
With thy still fathomless Christ-majesty.